In the quiet of the evening light,
I sit and watch the fading night,
My heart is filled with silent prayers,
Hoping soon he will be there.

The clock ticks softly on the wall,
Each second seems a silent call,
For him to walk through the door,
And fill the space that’s empty, sore.

The stars above begin to gleam,
Reflecting all my wistful dreams,
Of moments shared and laughter bright,
That will return with morning’s light.

Though now I wait alone and still,
My love for him will never chill,
For in my heart, he’s always near,
And soon, I know, he’ll reappear.